Cameras were everywhere, clicking away.I changed the channel on the radio and said, ‘‘We are on our way - make it happen.’’Make it happen was ...ode for the group to cut the chain. On the north end of the UN Secretariat building was a large public park. The park was surrounded by a chain on posts every so many feet.With the chain cut the group of Suburbans was to pull into the park in a semicircle. They were to set up the five chairs and have the men sitting on them when we got there.I had enough. “One” said Mrs Whittingham.For a second or two I felt nothing then felt a searing pain in my bottom.“Two” the second stroke landed just as I was feeling the pain from the first stroke.When the third stroke landed I cried out “Jesus Christ”.“Do not use blasphemous language in this house” shouted Mrs Whittingham angrily “that’s just earned you a further six strokes, so be warned” the fourth and fifth strokes followed quickly. I gripped the settee harder and was literally trying to bite my tongue. I find her G-spot and swirl my tongue all around it, while my finger teases her clit.It does not take long and Larita moans out, “I’m cumming!”I drink up all the love juice I can as her orgasm rocks her body. I rise up and hold Larita in my arms, letting her recover. When she is ready, Larita goes to her knees and swirls her tongue around the circumcised head of my cock.Taking the entire length of my cock in her mouth and down her throat, Larita squeezes my scrotum. Slowly slipping my cock from. ?A miracle,? she thought.Angela?s left hand flashed out and hit the truck?s horn. For half a second Malcolm and Angela?s eyes were locked on each other. Angela stuffed her glove out the truck window and it fluttered onto the road. Then he was gone.?What the . . .? Charlie cried out, grabbing Angela?s arm. ?What are you doing, girl???I?m sorry,? Angela, ?a bug bit me.??I?ll bit you, when we get home, girl. You understand???Yes, Ms Piston.??I will not stand for any foolishness from my.